I can drive 25 miles east and arrive in Washington D.C., a bustling center of culture, politics and diversity. I can drive 25 miles west and arrive in the rolling hills of Virginia, where fruit farms and wineries dot the landscape, where history breathes. This is a beautiful place; my country, my state, my home.


“O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea! img_8264 img_8251 img_8268 img_8281 img_8259 img_8298 img_8300 img_8309 img_8310img_8331img_8324 O beautiful for glory-tale
Of liberating strife
When once and twice,
for man’s avail
Men lavished precious life!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till selfish gain no longer stain
The banner of the free!”
– America the Beautiful